No longer like the soothing cool water from the streams,
But frozen ice that stings on skin.
No longer a sunshine that warms the heart,
But a hot dragon-spitted fire that tears apart.
No longer soft whispers from rustling of trees,
Not even a humming buzz from busy bees.
Everything just happened in a whirlwind of events
In a blink of an eye, swallowing what represents
A dreamy site to behold
Yet now there's nothing that we can hold.
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Sometime At This Time
RandomWritings and musings on how my heart is going to be victorious on various occasions in life, love and dreams
